let me tell you a story
Oh, I could forget about it all but I could never forget this query
How could he love the version of me that I had hated every single day?
Not once did I believe it so I made him the bad guy in my head
It was the only thing that made sense to me who didn’t even know how to love myself
I’m still standing where you left me
All my hopes of you have come and gone
So, when the lies and the promises were as louder and as bland
You broke me just fine, honey, you broke me just fine
Boy, was I bitter and wanting to make a draw
In all the moves of lowlifes, be at least the creative low
Thinking, I should have told you that I loved you more while I can…
When you saw me at my most vulnerable for days
When you heard my story and believed me as always
When you said that you’d be there if he never comes back
I was not broken, so I said, yet you tried fixing my cracks
If it was love it would have been everything we had hoped for
But it wasn’t, so we both had found the other at fault
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September, aside from being my birth month, had been busy with numerous surprises – none of them being on the side of negative. Culminating this September with a trip to Cebu is the best kind of fireworks.
When you ignored my texts and missed my calls that night
That was what freedom from you tasted like